I can feel the rain
On
My
Brain

It feels like it is
Red
Hot
Pain

In every drop
That
I
Feel

Another drop of blood
Do
I
Spill

I can feel my
Life
Closing
Down

Death is coming to
Me
Without
Sound

Death is coming to me
By
My
Hand

I know that no one
Will
Even
Understand

I know that I am digging
My
Own
Grave

A grave in which I am
Ready
To
Lay

You weren't here long enough.
I didn't get to see you grow old.
You never met your great-grandson, he's courageous and bold.
When I think of you, it is with tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat.
I miss you Mom.
You gave me hope.
You made me smile through all the pain
and I wish I could have returned the favor one day.
I will never again take for granted those moments we are given and I will try to not squander them away.

I sing for these cold winter nights
When the entire world seems to be asleep.
For the broken hearted who are still up
The lonely and the forgotten

I used to think life rejected me
That it would continue to beat me down
Every time I tried to rise
There are times I almost gave up
But somehow I held on

Now then a winter night comes along
I cannot sleep so I go outside
To look at the stars and dream
I only have my shirt on so I'm cold
But the night sky is just so beautiful
So quiet and peaceful

A simple thought,
That sets off fears.
Spreading panic,
To create our tears.

A simple moment,
That sets our ways,
Casting time,
To ruin our days.

A simple word,
That sets off a lie.
Spreading hatred,
To make us cry.

But a simple smile,
And a single laugh.
Creates much joy,
And not by half.

In the early dawn, when sol's first ray ascends,
A splendid morn, a symphony of delights transcends.
Beneath a cerulean sky, resplendent and grand,
Nature awakens, in an opulent, vivid land.

The avian choir in harmonic splendor sings,
Their melodies, an ethereal tapestry it brings.
A cacophony of warbles and trills,
Enchanting my senses, curing life's ills.

Grow up.
That’s what my parents always told me
You act like a child.
That’s what my teachers told me.
You are so immature.
That’s what my friends told me.
Why are you like this?
That’s what I said to myself.
Every night in the mirror
Until one day
You aren’t the parent here.
That’s what my parents tell me.
You changed.
That’s what my teachers tell me.
You have gotten boring.
That’s what my friends tell me.
Why are they like this?
I ask myself in the mirror.

Sunsets
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I look for you in sunsets
When the leaves change in the fall
I find you in your daughter
When I need to be strong

I look for you in your old truck
I still pass by around town
I wear your warm plaid jacket in the northern winter
When I walk this country ground

I look for you in music
For a sign in the darkest times
When someone is in need of kindness
In your gifts that became mine

I laid the brick-and-mortar by hand.
One block for every time he hurt me.
One for every time he lied to me.
One for every time he betrayed me.
Ashlar as far as the eye can see.

I learned to tread lightly around topics like
my feelings
my thoughts,
my dreams.
Those were always triggers for him.

I learned not to ask about
his friends,
his plans,
or where he’d been.
Somehow, I always ended up apologizing.

Open mouth to speak
But no words come out
Trapped inside, quivering
Hidden behind a silent shout

I cannot tell you that I love you
Because it will hurt too much
When I have to say goodbye
So I continue to lie

I cannot tell you that I hate you
When you choose her over me
Turning our passion
Into bitter memories

I cannot tell you that you're special
How you made me feel like a woman
And not just some man's play toy
I am forever grateful

For 5 years I’ve watched myself from a distance
Been enraged, and at peace, with my existence
Stubbornly enslaved to my hormonal visions
Unnecessary weight on all my decisions
I’ve taken comfort in being a follower
Discontent until they said “Yeah I like her”
Maybe if I spent less time with my reputation,
I might have found the reason for my desperate need of admiration